Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Here they were, Heath thought as he stared at Aislen. He had known, he admitted to himself. It had been there growing in the back of his mind the entire time, the understanding of the role that the vampire would play. However much he desired the vampire, however, he wasn’t entirely convinced that he could trust him. The Concordia were… mysterious, aloof, and secretive. This vampire, as well, had quite a reputation according to the pack’s history books. There were also the complications of a vampire to consider. No one was entirely sure how long vampires lived for, but if Heath allowed the vampire to claim Aislen, then he knew that at some point the vampire would want to turn her. That would mean that they wouldn’t grow old together, and when the Triquetra began to age… He needed to think about it, he thought, something he couldn’t do clearly with his c-ck straining against his jeans. The vampire wouldn’t claim her right that moment whilst they all were f

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“When the dark one gets off you, little demon, come and kiss me,” Talen’s voice rumbled in his chest beneath Heath’s ear as dark as a thunderstorm.Aislen’s smile was bright. “Yes, daddy.”Rhett groaned and rolled onto his side, so that Cameron cupped his back, his c-ck slick and heavy on his tattooed thigh. Cameron put his arm around Rhett, and Rhett caught his hand in his, holding it over his heart.“That’s better,” Talen murmured, as Aislen leaned over to kiss him, her hair falling over both Heath and Talen’s face like black silk. Heath reached up to pull a lock straight, watching as it sprung back into place.Aislen slid down to rest her cheek on Talen’s other shoulder and the vampire put his arms around both of them, holding them tightly to his body. It was a very comfortable position to have, Heath admitted to himself. He wanted to hold his heart aloof, but he could feel the tug against it, this newer mate-bond. Different to that he shared with Camer

Havermouth, Present timeRhett dug through the contents of the old boy’s bathroom, looking for anything rope like, and came across a tangled mess of stringed orange safety flags that someone had obviously given up as being too hard to untangle and cast into a corner. He grabbed the tangled mess and dragged it back to the vent, shoving it and himself through.Cameron helped him to his feet and dusted him off with the palms of his hands.“Gently,” Rhett grimaced. “The tatts are hiding some bruises. It’s a tight squeeze through that f-king vent.”Cameron squatted and shook out the flag mess. “F-k,” he grimaced. “Is there nothing else?”“Sure, because it’s a freaking hardware store in there. No,” Rhett rolled his eyes. “I think we are lucky to get this. The question is will it be strong enough and long enough?”“F-k knows,” Cameron straightened and picked up the tangle. “We’re going to need help with this or we’ll be at it forever,” he decided and opened the door into the men’s toilets. I

Havermouth, Present timeIn Aislen’s dream, Havermouth was burning. Many of the store-front windows were shattered and boarded up, but where the glass was intact, it reflected a sky that flickered and danced with flame. The smoke was thick, stinging at her eyes, and as she stumbled through it, she tripped on something soft, falling heavily to her hands and knees, her hand going to her stomach protectively in instinct.Her stomach was round. She was heavily pregnant. “F-k,” she whispered, staring down at herself in surprise. She was dressed in thick, grey cargo pants, a knit top, and army boots… She was dressed as a soldier and had dropped a gun when she’d fallen.She reached out to pick up the gun and realized that she’d fallen over a body. “F-k!”As she straightened, she heard a scream in the smoke – not the sound of terror, but the sound of something terrifying. A man lurched out of the smoke, his mouth and torso smeared with blood. He reached out gory hands towards her.She shot hi

Havermouth, Present timeThe Donald’s had unravelled the rope of flags and tied a bottle of water to one end. In a team effort, at the signal from several lookouts stationed around the gym, Rhett and Cameron took turns throwing the bottle of water up, seeking to hook it over the suspended walkway.“What the f-k is wrong with us today?” Rhett grumbled when their fourth and fifth attempts went astray. “We could this with our eyes closed at any other time.”“Try that, son,” Jules suggested. “Close your eyes.”Cameron’s jaw set as he looked up, taking his measure as he drew in a deep breath. He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly.“You’re right to go,” Rhett murmured not wanting to break Cameron’s zen.Cameron drew in another breath and threw. The bottle soared high, and the string caught around the hand rail, the bottle swinging around and tangling, the metal rattling and groaning. On cue, the werewolves waiting by the bathroom wheeled out buckets and mops, and cleaning products, mak